In another universe, I took you to the vet sooner and we’re watching our favorite show together
in another universe i won’t have to miss you for longer than i’ve known you
In another universe, I don’t look for you in everyone I meet
You deserve to feel safe.
Aftercare? You mean like marrying her and giving her the world? Showing her that true love exists?
yes, exactly that
“Some say I’m too sensitive but the truth is I just feel too much. Every word, every action and every energy goes straight to my heart.”
— Nofacewrites
how lucky do two people have to be in order to fall for each other at exactly the right time in exactly the right way
eye contact gets hotter when it ends up smiling at each other
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.
Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
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I’ll cancel plans just to PEACEFULLY do NOTHING instead
Introduce your demons to mine
"مأساة ، عندما يكون العقل الناضج والقلب الرومانسي في نفس الجسد."
“A tragedy, when a mature mind and a romantic heart are in the same body.”
-Nizar Qabbani
3rd base is when they see you having a panic attack
From Waiting for This Story to End Before I Begin Another by Jan Heller Levi (via hush-syrup)
Michael Cunningham
John Green from Paper Towns
Mary Oliver, from long life: essays and other writings
To my father.
You robbed me
Robbed me of my childhood
Stripped me naked
Left nothing whole
But the wound in my chest
I didn’t deserve you
Being in my life
I deserved better
Deserved a father
That cared for me
Like I cared for my mother
A child
Wanting to hold her weeping mother
In her arms
As if she was me
We didn’t deserve you
You forced me
To grow up
Mature
Age
I deserved to be a child
Now I see her in all the little girls
Being kids
Not a worry in the world
And my heart weeps for her
And the child she never got to be.
“By night, beloved, tie your heart to mine and let them both in dreams defeat the darkness.”
— Pablo Neruda